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Rorik

A Lord Knight turned pirate reigning from Midgard.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Nimbuscape

Description

A Lord Knight turned pirate reigning from Midgard (from Ragnarok Online).
Previous:
http://img.ragnarokonline.com/download/wallpaper/wallpaper_78_1280.jpg

Now:
http://s.bebo.com/app-image/7938710311/5411656627/PROFILE/i.quizzaz.com/img/q/u/08/06/12/Anime_Warrior_by_chaotixwolf.jpg

He still has amber eyes

Personality

Loyal and benevolent. He will help anyone in distress with a vigor like no other.

Equipment

Full-body plate mail, a helm when deemed necessary, main weapon is an Hellfire, a Masamune sheathed at his waist, cape, a combat knife, and sometimes riding his trusty Peco Peco named Pico.

Pico: http://littlemau.blog.friendster.com/files/pecopeco.gif
Hellfire: http://ratemyserver.net/index.php?page=item_db&item_id=1471
Masamune: http://ratemyserver.net/index.php?iname=Masamune&page=item_db&isearch=Search&itype=-1

So begins...

Rorik's Story

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Rorik strolls into the bar, his greaves thumping on the floor and his armor jingling as he moved.

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Rorik walks up to the bar, his Hellfire spear held firmly in one hand and his Masamune sheathed at his wait. He would seat himself upon a stool.

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Rorik is going to do his homework as Rorik sits around watching people.

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Rorik strolls into the bar, his greaves and armor plates jingling slightly with each step.

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Rorik moved slowly and surely to the bar, gripping his spear, Hellfire with one hand. He would sit himself upon a stool and face the patrons of the bar.

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Rorik stands his polearm next to him, propped against the bar counter, intent on watching the patrons of the bar.

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Rorik continued to sit at the bar, his Hellfire propped against the counter. He grimaced, no apparent reason behind the gesture.

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Rorik would take note of the incorporeal cloud moving about, maybe it was looking towards him, maybe not. He did not appear like he cared, but inwardly he would remain cautious of such magic, he new what a high wizard could do.

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Rorik regarded the newly formed female with a bow of the head. "Aye, lass, the Knights of the Round are here," he grinned at his joke. "The name is Rorik," he held out a gauntleted hand as he spoke. "And ye be?" His voice was dry and scratchy, with a touch of pirate-like accents. His voice completely contrasted his formal armor and elegantly designed weaponry.

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Rorik laughs, a hearty growl-like laugh escaping his throat. "Well, lass, what be it to ye?" he gave her a wink before going on. "The armor be a gift, granted to one such as myself for going through the trials and tribulations of becoming a Lord Knight. As an eager Novice I began ascending the ranks to Lord Knight through conquest and dueling. And yerself that, lass? Why does a wizzy such as yeself come to a bar full of ruffians," he said with another laugh.

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Character Portrait: Rorik Rorik says,
 “ as if perfectly in response to her thoughts spoke, "Aye, lass, do ye want a beverage of the alcoholic variety? I be payin' if you be drinkin'!" He gave her a smile before slamming his fist on the counter top. "We need alcohol over here!" He winked at her. If the female had taken a closer look at his armor she would see large scratches carved into the metal and a few dents where blunt objects must have collided with the man. "By the way, lass, my name be Rorik. I like to know the name 'o' the lady I be buyin' for." ”

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Character Portrait: Rorik Rorik says,
 “ (PIRATE, obviously) ”

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Rorik stared blankly at the girl for a moment. "Suit yerself then, Cerelei, the two ales be fer m'self then," he gave her a wide smile before the two mugs of ale were brought over and the coins he had placed on the counter were taken away. He immediately guzzled the first mug down, not a drop spilled, before turning back to the girl. "Ah, that hit the spot," he said with a laugh.

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Rorik clapped a gauntleted hand to her back. "Aye lass, ye look like yer gonna burst!" He stared down at his empty mug for a moment, a look of utter dejection upon his face before he realized he had ordered two. "Lass, ye sure ye dun want this mug here, otherwise it'll be gone within the next couple seconds with me here," he looked at her as he spoke, a very serious look upon his face.

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Rorik smiles. "So be it, lass," as soon as he had finished uttering the word 'lass' he guzzled down the second mug of ale. "I see ye be glowin' 'n' the like," he waggled a metal sheathed finger in her direction. "Why d'ye glow?"

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Rorik stared at her a few moments, completely stoic. "Aye," he said, squinting his eyes a little, as if in thought, the change would look rather comical on the outside, but on the inside he was already creating complex thought processes of what she may be and explanations of how she could be such a being. Then he broke out into laughter, for no apparent reason.

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Rorik slowly stopped laughing. "Aye, lass, well, I think it be time to leave. The Knights be waitin'." He gave her a smile and held out a hand again for a shake. "Good will be to ye, lass, hope t' see ye again."

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Rorik blinked, raising a hand to his cheek. "Aye lass, and a fine night to ye!" He would then grab Hellfire and whistle. At the sound of his whistle a large bird-like creature would make its way into the bar. He would mount his Peco Peco and ride off into the darkness.

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Rorik tread into the bar, his armor clinking together at the movement. He firmly gripped his spear, Hellfire, in one hand. he moved to the bar and took a seat on a stool.

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Rorik strolled into the bar, gripping Hellfire in his fist. His armor jingling as he moved.

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Rorik scanned the bar for a few moments. The help wanted sign out front, he had wondered what kind of service they were looking for. He would not act as a bartender, but should the bar need another guard he would surely be of use there. His eyes fell upon a being of ice and snow and he knew this being would be whom he was searching for. He walked up to the being. "'Ello, thar, I saw yer sign out front, wond'rin' what kind of service ye be lookin' fer." He gave the being a smile.

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Rorik gave out a hearty laugh. "Aye, lad! I have laid to rest many a foe before setting foot inside this bar," he held out a hand to shake while he spoke. "I be Rorik, Lord Knight, reigning from Midgard, at your service. I ask of no monetary gain, the fighting alone should keep a warrior happy," he smiled, slamming the butt end of Hellfire into the floor. "Lad, ye have yerself a warrior at your side."

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Rorik smiled and saluted. "Aye, sir. I will go about keeping the peace to the best of my abilities."

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Rorik adopted a fighting stance, gripping his spear-halberd in both hands. He snarled, vigor bubbling up from nowhere. "You with the energy ball! What the hell do you think you're doing here? Hm?" His voice seemed less pirate-like as this wave of vigor washed over him.

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Rorik held the tip of his spear to Dan Bloodline's throat. "I will be your opponent today, lad," he waved a dismissing hand at Cryoface. "The frost man is tired, I'll be taking his place."